The Road to Slaying God

This book not only records the detailed family members and characteristics of each household, but also records the relatives and friends of these households. Those people will come often, and those people will come once in a long time. What is most shocking is that the inside is actually It also specifically noted that those people have a certain influence in those areas, and those who have come must be notified immediately ...

Turning to the second half, Zhang Yang was even more stunned. There were only more than a hundred households in this alley. The lower half was actually all the floating population in the hutong, including those who scavenged and sold vegetables.

Looking at this thick material, Zhang Yang couldn't help but look at Xiao Yuanxing. The collection of such complete information required human and material resources that he could not imagine.

What kind of organization is this?

Zhang Yang looked at the bookstore owner who was concentrating on sorting out some broken books. Obviously, the bookstore owner was also responsible for this hutong, but he didn't know what his specific job was doing?

"Young man, what are you looking at?"

"Ah ... didn't ..." The bookstore owner suddenly raised his head, his lens flashed, scaring Zhang Yang.

"Do your own thing. You only have one week to read this information." The bookstore owner lowered his head again.

"Oh."

Zhang Yang once again felt strongly that the owner of the glasses was like the administrator of the school library. The only difference was that his surname was different.

This information is definitely important. One week, that is, he needs a week to memorize the account information, and then monitor the Hutong mouth against this information. This is undoubtedly a difficult task for ordinary people.

Zhang Yang immediately understood why Liu Biao would not be able to recruit his subordinates. It is estimated that anyone who saw this thick account would have a headache.

"Can I leave here during this week?" Zhang Yang asked.

The bookstore owner looked up suddenly, staring at Zhang Yang with a pair of eyes. Zhang Yang felt a cold breath spreading in the air. He didn't understand why this feeling happened, but this feeling is definitely real.

"Ahem ... I just want to see in the alley, familiar with it ..."

"can."

The tense eyes of the bookstore owner relaxed and said quietly.

"Thank you."

The bookstore owner's voice had just fallen, and Zhang Yang had ran out. Seeing the bookstore owner snoring and seeing that the booklet was still on the table, a sneer appeared on his face, and he saved the booklet again. stand up.

This is an alley that is more than 200 meters long. The alley looks like a straight distance. In fact, there are several arcs in the middle. These arcs are very clever and just can't be accessed by the car. Moreover, there are still several inside the alley. A deceleration obstacle should prevent motorcycles and bicycles from accelerating.

Entered more than two hundred meters, after a small turn, Zhang Yang had a clear and cheerful feeling. The space inside was not small. Rows and rows of bungalows, many children and women playing quilts in front of the bungalows.

When Zhang Yang walked in, he saw a two-story building at first glance. This is the only building. The back of the building is also a densely packed row of houses. Zhang Yang guessed that this is the casino because he can Seeing a couple of vigilant eyes on the periphery.

After walking for more than an hour, Zhang Yang found that although there was a lot of space inside, there were many small and large hutongs, but there was only one way to go out. Except for the hutong entrance, he could no longer go out.

It wasn't until noon that Zhang Yang came out of the alley and returned to the bookstore, exhausted.

"There is a piece of bread there and a bottle of mineral water." The bookstore owner saw Zhang Yang return and pointed to the bookshelf.

"Hey, I'm just hungry." Zhang Yangchi smiled.

"This is the first and last time. For the next example, I don't care about food here." The bookstore owner looked up at a book in his hands without looking up.

"Oh oh ..."

Zhang Yang cut off the bread three times and looked at the time. She took a novel from the bookshelf and sat on the chair. The bookstore owner just looked at it and then read the book. It seemed that Zhang Yang had nothing to do with him.

"Boss, my surname is Zhang, everyone else calls me Zhang Yang, don't you know your surname?" Zhang Yang turned a few pages, couldn't find the feeling, put it on the bookshelf again, and asked for nothing.

"Everyone calls me Lao Li." The bookstore owner pushed his eyes and still did not look up.

"Oh ... Lao Li ... can this bookstore support people? It seems that business is not good." Zhang Yang glanced at the old books on the bookshelf, and it was obvious that the books in this bookstore could not keep up with the speed, should No business.

"I'm not short of money. I'm waiting for someone here."

"Wait! Who are you waiting for?"

"You don't understand." Lao Li looked lonely.

"... Lao Li, Song Tao is here. I'm leaving."

Zhang Yang saw Song Tao walking in with a frown, and immediately stood up and greeted Song Tao. Afterwards, the bookstore was like a coffin and was dead-hearted. Zhang Yang didn't like the atmosphere here, and the old Li seemed to be worse than him Hi talking.

Out of the bookstore, Zhang Yang immediately bought the folder and paper in the store. He must do one thing now. After seeing the account book, Zhang Yang's first thought was that Liu Biao couldn't possibly be in just one week. Remember the information of all the people above, not to mention everyone who is familiar with Hutong. As Liu Biao's friend, Zhang Yang wants to reorganize the account book for Liu Biao to make it easier to remember.

"Well ..."

When Zhang Yang was so busy, suddenly, a few soft knocks were heard, which made Zhang Yang feel strange. You know, everyone in their dormitory has the keys, and more importantly, the current The door was just a cover, and it just opened with a slight push. Who needs to knock?

"Hmm ..." The knocking on the door continued. Although the sound was small, I didn't know why, Zhang Yang actually heard a hint of firmness from the rhythmic sound. It seemed that no one promised that the people outside would not leave. .

"Come in!" Zhang Yang was helpless.

"Zhang Yang!"

The door just opened, and a voice filled with anger sounded, jumping up to the bed like a spring.

"You, you ... what are you doing?" Zhang Yang stammered and looked at the door, Liu Mei upright Xiao Yiran.

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